"Security, breach on level 700. All units report to Holding Chamber One, repeat all units report to holding chamber one." The automated voice rang out over the intercom.

The Doctor led the Ponds through the labyrinth of hallways. Something was not right. The asylum on Delta 79 was known for it's care and astounding recovery rate but he had never thought that the bright exterior might have hidden something sinister. Taking out his sonic he hacked an interface n the wall hoping to locate Holding Chamber One. Whatever the asylum was hiding he was sure it was in there. It took him back to New Earth and the trip he took with Rose to the 15th New York. Oh, he hoped it wasn't like that. Finally find the proper path he turned back and started back.

"Come on Ponds!" he called.

"Wait! Doctor, what's in Holding Chamber One?" Amy asked.

"No clue. That's the fun part." He said with a smile.

Amy threw a side glance back at her husband but ran to catch up anyway. By the time the reached the outer doors of the chamber the security divisions were gone. The Doctor began scanning the first set of doors in an attempt to open them. After a moment they slid apart revealing a control room of sorts that the Doctor brushed off. A sinking feeling was forming in his gut. From what he could tell from a brief glance at a monitor there was only one person in the room lying on the bed unconscious. He moved to the second set of doors. Unlike the first he could see directly into the chamber. The view didn't allow him to see the room's occupant but he could see the walls. Both his hearts stopped as he tried to force the doors open.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" Rory asked.

"No, no, no, no, NO!" The Doctor yelled.

Finally the doors slipped open and the Doctor rushed inside. The occupant remained slightly lifeless on the bed. Kneeling by the bedside the Doctor gathered the woman into his arms and brushed the hair from her face. They had sedated her. The had locked her up here and...done things to her, to her mind. And he had let them. Oh, god, he had let them. He held her and rocked her back and forth gently. He heard his companions come in behind him. They both paused a moment to look at the walls. Their eyes drifted upwards.

"Doctor..." Amy started but couldn't find the words.

"According to the files, her name is Rose Tyler. She was brought here and diagnosed with the Bad Wolf Virus." Rory took a closer look at the writing on the walls. "Oh my god, is that...blood?"

The Doctor put Rose back onto the lumpy bed gently careful not to hurt her on accident. When he was sure she was comfortable, he joined the couple. Taking out his sonic again he scanned the writing. Sure, enough it was blood, Rose's blood. He felt ill. Looking up he tried to make sense of it all. Bad Wolf. Doctor. The Bad Wolf will swallow the Universe. Round and round it goes, it never stops. It won't let me go. I need my Doctor. Save me. The words were everywhere. Pleas for help, prophecies, all coming from the depths of her broken mind. Smaller and lower to the ground there was a phrase that she'd only written once. The neatness of the script spoke to what had remained of her sanity at that point. The Storm and the Wolf, the stuff of Legends. His hearts broke. He understood now, partially at least.

"It was for her own good, Doctor. Don't you see? The Wolf threatened to consume her, she needed our help." one of the compound's doctors stood in the doorway watching the Timelord with interest.

"No, because you only made it worse." the Doctor said turning sharply. "Now it has consumed her." He pointed the sonic at the smaller alien. "Now you'd better run because now the Storm is here and he is ready to let his Wolf go."

The alien man ran from the room. It took the Doctor a moment to lower his arm but the anger he'd shown never left his face. Ignoring the Ponds he gently gathered the woman into his arms and began to carry her to the TARDIS. He could hear the couple behind him calling out, trying to catch up to him but his mind was beyond explaining to them now. Right now he needed to get Rose to the TARDIS without succumbing to the desire to destroy the entire planet for what they'd done to her back there in that horrible room.

He looked down at her sleeping face. She hadn't aged a day since he'd last see her, not that he could bare to think of that either. Yet even in sleep her face was contorted in pain from nightmares he couldn't fight away for her. He wanted to help, wanted to make up for not finding her sooner, for not ripping the worlds apart like he'd wanted to and taking her back. Not matter what, he vowed, he wouldn't let any of that happen again. As long as he was alive, Rose Tyler would be safe.

"Doctor!" Amy yelled.

"Not now, Pond. We need to get her back to the TARDIS." the Doctor said.

Signing in defeat the redhead followed him in to the TARDIS. The Doctor laid the woman down on the floor and tried to arrange her in a comfortable manner before he ran to the console to try to do some scans or something. Seeing the blonde girl shiver Amy ran off to fetch a blanket. Upon returning she noticed that not only was she shivering but her face and neck were covered in a light sheen of sweat. Amy looked up at the Doctor. He was obviously engrossed in whatever it was he was doing. So Amy took it on her self to check on her. Gently she slid her hand on to Rose's forehead.

"Anything?" Rory asked coming up behind his wife.

"She's burning up."

Rory checked. "I was reading her file. I think that doctor was right. Whatever it is it's consuming her, quite literally burning her from the inside out. His name was written all over those walls. Even River's little poem was on that wall. It was like she knew. But she'd been locked up for years."

"Rory's right. She did know, she knows about all of it. That's half the reason she's like this." The Doctor said.

The alien time traveler had reappeared in front of the three of them. For a moment Amy thought of asking again just who this woman was but then she noticed the look in his eyes. She imagined it had been there before when he'd first found her. She had seen him hold her in his arms like he was praying to whatever it is Timelords prayed to that she was alright. Now it seemed like there was a tint of guilt mixed in with his worry. There was a beep from the console. The poor man stood slowly and checked the monitor. The tension in his back relaxed a little bit.

Smiling in their direction he sighed. "As I thought, just being in the TARDIS has stabilized her. If she makes it through tonight she'll be fine."

With one more sad twitch of his mouth he took her in his arms again and, presumably, carried her off to a room with a bed. He had no doubt that she would a have more violent outbursts and considering the care he'd put in to preserving her room in case the impossible happened and, she did return, he would hate for her to destroy her own prized possessions. So he made a turn down another hallway. There was only one room this way. His room. The TARDIS hummed gently as she slid the door open. An image flashed in his mind of dreams and visions of this being their room. Somehow he maneuvered it so she was in the center of the bed wrapped in several blanket without really letting her go.

She sighed and twisted in the makeshift cocoon. "I waited for you..." she mumbled. His hearts shattered. "The Storm and the Wolf...you said we were the stuff of legends."

"And you promised me forever, Rose Tyler." He whispered.